Dreams and white elephant

I enter this huge room. I remember the eerie feeling. At the center of the room is this imposing desk. A tall glass window to my right allows for little sunlight. It was a tall and huge window. I tiptoed just to get a peek through its panes. I believe I saw a view of Ayala Avenue, the Makati Central Business District’s main artery. People started coming in and out of the room. They hold a meeting in one corner of the room, completely ignoring me. I approach the big desk and I see this tiny, sleek laptop. I type something but couldn’t see anything on the monitor. I pick up the phone but the line was cut. I stand up and check another corner of the room where several wooden cabinets stand. There were lots of milk bottles. I was told that the previous owner of the room used to experiment a lot on milk. Huh? Then I wake up. Okay, so the night before, I watched Oprah give away laptops to her all-teacher audience. Okay, so the room I will be occupying next month is facing Ayala Avenue. I believe my apprehension has reached my subconscious mind. But what is up with the milk? I know that the guy who once held the post smokes a lot. But it was milk I saw, not cigarette butts. Across our building is a “breathtaking view” of this old, unfinished mammoth of a building, a white elephant spoiling the vista of the Makati skyline. One look at it gives me the creeps.